:) We will get a foot they say between now and Sunday and 9 degrees I have my ice pack ready for my destroyed shoulder

This is how I feel from now till spring:

“Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into the vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay—
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses…”
~Charles Kingsley

:) yes but sadly it was clearly where my head was at. I love fresh snow and the beauty of it as does everyone really for a day or two :) I hate filthy dirty snow and as you remember I am fearless I drove and 80′ footer for 27 years over every mountain America could place in my way :) in my situation I am loosing the love for winter much more frequently how I wish that bus had not hit me :)